The snow is deep and the road is difficult to travel.

A row of deep footprints were left in the ice and snow, spreading from afar.

Gao Xian rode his donkey over the mountain, passing by a dry forest, and suddenly stopped.

Because a pile of wood blocks the way in front, it seems to be used to prevent horses or carriages from passing through.

But since this thing appears, it means that someone has deliberately set up here, waiting to rob passing caravans or pedestrians.

Sure enough, five or six people rushed out from both sides of the dense forest and surrounded Gao Xian.

The leader was a strong man holding a broadsword, and the others held swords, axes, and hammers.

This is obviously a group of habitual bandits, not ordinary refugees. Swords are also valuable wealth to ordinary people.

In the eyes of these bandits, Gao Xian stood still and looked at them as if he was frightened.

"He's still a Taoist priest with a tender skin and a donkey nose, but looking at his poor appearance, he probably doesn't have much luck."

The leading strong man, wearing a hairless coat, walked in, took a look at Gao Xian's appearance, and shook his head in disgust.

"The donkey is good. It's fat and strong. The donkey meat will be delicious when grilled." The man came up and grabbed Gao Xian's donkey, trying to push him to the ground, but he didn't see the donkey looking at him with a strange expression.

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Gao Xian was also sizing up these strong men to see if they had money in their pockets, whether they were fat sheep or poor devils, and whether the result of the action would be just to eliminate demons and defend the law, or whether they would rob the rich and give to the poor.

However, before Gao Xian could take action, another person walked out from the mountain path behind him.

The situation was broken as soon as he appeared, causing the strong men's attention to quickly shift from Gao Xian to him.

Because Gao Xian was just a poor little Taoist priest with nothing but a donkey, while the other party was a tall man with a sword on his back.

It was a gorgeous sword, and from the look of the hilt, it was clear that it was worth a lot of money.

The swordsman is wearing green clothes and a bamboo hat, and his appearance is invisible.

He walked very fast, but seemed to be very steady, without the feeling of being rushed. However, he felt a strong pressure on his face, and a strong chilling air came from his body and enveloped everyone who stood in front of him.

"stop!"

"I told you to stop!"

"Did you hear that?"

The robbers roared one after another, trying to suppress each other with their numbers and momentum, but their walking pace did not change at all.

These people immediately formed a formation and stood ready, and everyone's face looked a little solemn.

Even if there is only one person on the other side, these six habitual gangsters have already felt a strong crisis.

As the swordsman approached, the first thing he couldn't bear was the strong men blocking his way.

They felt ignored and humiliated, and they were ready to strike preemptively.

"ah!"

The leader of the strongman team rushed forward with his men, and his accomplices followed him one by one, shouting, as if shouting louder would increase their fighting power.

"Qing~"

The sword is unsheathed.

Most people didn't even see how the sword was unsheathed. They only heard the sound of the sword being unsheathed, and then the three people at the front had their throats wiped by the sword and fell to their knees.

Step forward and swing your sword.

Stab, a sword pierces the heart.

Wipe it, seal the throat with a sword.

The last one turned around and returned to his horse. The sharp blade penetrated the strong leader's chest directly from behind, and the snow-white sword tip emerged from the chest.

Sheathed the sword and fell to the ground.

The strong man twitched a few times and then lost his breath. He killed people very gracefully and beautifully.

It doesn't feel like killing people at all, it feels more like walking in the snow and swiping hair on the roll. It only took five swords to kill six people, all using the most direct, simple and imaginative sword moves to take the lives of the opponents.

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The moves are deadly, but not much blood is shed, which is full of artistic sense. What's more important is that after he kills the person, he wipes the sword and sheathes it without saying a word.

Then he straightened his bamboo hat, walked past Gao Xian, and walked away gracefully.

Come without a word, kill without a word, and leave without a word.

It's like flicking the dust on the bamboo hat while traveling, killing someone is just as easy as breathing.

It was so pretentious, and the tall image of a peerless swordsman suddenly stood up.

Gao Xian was very envious.

The previous master of Yuntian Temple had practiced martial arts, and left behind a technique of breathing and exercising. There is no such thing as internal strength, but when trained to the extreme, there are abilities beyond ordinary people. Top martial artists have the ability to defeat hundreds of people.

This is also the reason why martial arts sects prosper in this world.

However, the previous generation of temple masters did not have the feeling of exercising their body and swordsmanship to the extreme like a swordsman. It even made people feel that this person's swordsmanship was somewhat integrated with his will and momentum, and he had gone beyond simply exercising his body and practicing swordsmanship.

The Realm of the Sword.

But what Gao Xian didn't expect was that the swordsman in green left in a hurry and came back even more hastily.

As the sun set, Gao Xian walked forward with his back to the setting sun, watching in the distance that the swordsman in green who had left in a hurry suddenly rushed back.

He stepped on a meteor and flew through the heavy snow. Moreover, he looked in a hurry, with injuries all over his body. One of his left arms was hanging down, and it looked like he had been bitten badly by something. He did not have the image of a master before, as if

Something was chasing him and he was out of breath and running for his life.

When the other party saw Gao Xian, he immediately shouted, "Run quickly, there is a wolf demon behind you."

"Woo~"

A group of wolves rushed out of the forest in the distance. Snowflakes were rolling in the icy and snowy field, giving the appearance of a thousand troops.

Although the swordsman in green ran very fast, the wolf who rushed at the front ran even faster. In the blink of an eye, he had caught up with the swordsman in green like a bolt of lightning.

The swordsman in green had no choice but to turn back.

"kill!"

As soon as the sword was unsheathed, a cold and desperate killing intent seeped out of the sword. If an ordinary person encountered this sword, he would not even be able to move, and would have to draw his neck to be killed.

But the wolf was nearly ten feet long and as cunning as a fox, so it was indeed a bit too much.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it can indeed be called a monster, but in Gao Xian's view, if you can't speak or change shape, what do you call a monster?

Facing the swordsman at this moment, the ferocious wolf actually withstood the sword with extreme ferocity and cunning, opening its bloody mouth and biting the swordsman in green at the cost of injury.

But before the swordsman could stab his vital point, the wolf's eyes burst into green light, capturing the swordsman's mind.

The swordsman's pupils glazed over for a moment, and when he came to his senses, the wolf's kiss had already been placed on his neck. His mind turned over and over in an instant, thinking that he was going to die.

He felt a bit regretful that he had traveled thousands of miles to attend the appointment, but he did not expect to die like this in the wilderness outside Gongzhou City.

There is no grandeur, no world-famousness, only a little Taoist priest is the witness, and he will soon be buried in the belly of the wolf along with him.

A gust of wind passed by the swordsman in green, lifting up pieces of snowflakes, and the two-meter-long wolf body suddenly froze in mid-air.

An aura like a great demon emanated from a donkey, staring at the wolves. The wolves and the swordsman clearly had their eyes open, but could not move.

Tap~tap~tap~tap~”

The sound of the donkey's hooves trampling across the snow was heard.

Then he lifted up the donkey's hoof, kicked it down, and with great force, kicked out the ferocious hungry wolf like a piece of rag.

After kicking the wolf to death and dissipating the momentum, the swordsman and the wolves began to feel their consciousness return to their original position little by little.

The swordsman in green stood frozen in the snow, looking at the wolf corpse in front of him. The wolves also stopped at the same time, whimpering and retreating, and then ran away.

The mountains became quiet for a moment.

The Taoist priest rode on the back of a donkey, walked past the swordsman in green, and walked up the hill facing the sunset.

The swordsman in green looked at Gao Xian speechless, his eyes filled with shock and surprise.

Even the moment they passed each other, Gao Xian could feel the deep embarrassment in the Tsing Yi swordsman's heart.

The Taoist stood at the highest point of the hill, bathing in the setting sun, and respectful inquiries rang out from behind him.

"I'm in Xialu Canghai, can the immortal tell me my name?"

"Laoshan Yuntian Temple."
Chapter completed!